Lyrics

I've got a number on a napkin, a poundin' in my head,
Takes everything I've got, to crawl out of bed,
I lost a hell of a woman, Freedom caught me on the chin,
But I'm doin' alright for the shape I'm in.

The sun came up again this morning.
I got a call from a long lost friend.
Planned us a little road trip down to New Orleans,
It ain't much but it beat where I've been.

Well I'm gettin' better at barely gettin' by,
When I look at her picture I don't break down and cry,
And all this time on my hands, It's gettin' easier to spend,
Cause I'm doin' alright for the shape I'm in.

The sun came up again this morning.
I took my old fast back for a spin.
Now when it rains it ain't always pourin',
and I'm learning how to live again.